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“It’s how we met,” Henry answers as he takes a drink.

“As in, you all slept together?”

Henry chokes on his drink as Oliver cackles. “Oh, I like her.”

“How would that even work?” She tilts her head as if she’s in deep thought. “Theo? Help my ‘innocent’ brain figure this out. I can’t picture?—”

“We didn’t sleep together,” I say, holding back my laughter. “My ex introduced us all last year.”

“That makes sense,” she says. And even though she doesn’t pry, Mark is beet red and quiet. Whatever they were talking about earlier is the least of his worries. “I’m going to get a drink.”

Wren strolls over to the bar, and damn, does she look good when she walks away.

“Dude, what the fuck?” Mark whispers. “You know how important keeping my secret between us is.”

“She didn’t seem to care,” Oliver tells him.

“You’ve got a keeper there, but if you’re not dating, I’d like to take my chances.” Henry grips the table and stands. “She’s got curves I could ride all night long.”

“I’ll tear out your throat.” I side-eye him, and he smirks.

“Tell that to the guy at the bar.”

I nearly get whiplash from how hard I turn my head. The bar is crowded, but that didn’t stop some strange guy from squeezing in to lean across the bar and face Wren.

Without thinking twice, I jump to my feet and approach her.

“Your eyes are stunning” is all he gets to say before I burst in.

“There you are.” I place my hand on her lower back and lean down to her ear. “Why don’t we get out of here?”

She meets my gaze with a mixture of relief and interest. “I’d love to.”

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Theo

I wakewith a sharp intake of air. My neck is stiff, and it cracks when I push myself up to stare ahead.

“Looks like someone’s trying to steal your girl.”

I haven’t thought of that evening in years. It’s all been happening so slowly—brick by brick.

My girl.

Wren was always mine, even when I was too dumb to see it.

Her door is slightly ajar, and a wave of relief crashes through me. “Wren?” I call as I get to my feet. “Are you awake?” My expression morphs when I notice her bed is empty, made even.

She must have slept against the door like I did, but where is she?

My phone vibrates against my thigh, and I reach for it.

Wren:Morning sunshine, I had to run a few errands before your mom’s birthday party at noon. I’ll meet you there. Mia is going to drop me off

I squint and shake my head in disbelief.

Me:Wrenly Jacob, did you sneak past me this morning?

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